Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.